So am I the only one on a diet this year?

I told you that I had 10 pounds to lose after my last baby. After you got done hating me, (you are done, aren’t you?) I went ahead and gained another 10 pounds in celebration of moving to a farm. (Now you can like me again.) I was just figuring that all that farm work meant I could sip chocolate caramel coffee frappachinos while I watched the cows do their thing.

True to my luck, none of that fresh air, farm work, and simple living stuff translated to my hips, so I’ve got work to do.

Am I the only one on a diet this year?

It’s not about looking great; it’s about feeling great. It’s not about being able to prance around in workout clothes; it’s just about being able to fit into your regular clothes. I’m all about practicalities.

Twelve weeks. That’s all I’m committing to. I’ve done it before and I can do it again. I tell myself in the middle of the first mile when I want to die that I can die and complain after I’m done with the workout.

Twenty minutes a day of hard cardio. Purposeful eating. Leg lifts until your legs fall off. Ditto your arms. And that’s it. You can do that for 12 little weeks, can’t you?

After my first three babies, I found myself sluggish, overweight, and a bit depressed. Twelve weeks later I was a new person. Seriously. I’m only mentioning it because if I can do it, anyone can. (No, I’m not selling you anything at the end of this post.)

After a year and a half of training, I was jogging three miles a day in thirty minutes. All that from a woman who couldn’t even jog ¼ of a mile without walking some.

In the end, I lost 42 pounds which was way more than I needed to, but I’m saying it out loud so that you can know it’s not for TV. This stuff happens for real. It happens to moms with a bunch of toddlers who are taking care of everyone else but themselves.

Then I got pregnant. Had three more babies in three years, and it all went down the tubes. I’m terrible at pregnancy. Greg agrees.

But, I’m all about redemption. God is about that, and we should be too. There are second chances, and I’m taking mine.

Am I the only one on a diet this year? Maybe we can encourage one another.